This is simply an idea that came to me in a dream. And um… Keffy, Sephy, Kuja?

Kefka: EvilestCandyBar does not own Final Fantasy VI, VII or IX. Or Kingdom Hearts!

Sephiroth: All of the characters belong to their creators. Whoever those lucky people may be.

Kuja: And we thank the gods.

Kefka: Yo-

Kuja: The real gods, for that everyday.

Riku: On with the show!

Kuja: Story, dear.

Riku: Oh. On with the story!... Can I have my cookie now?

I love reviews people. They make me want to type more.

It has all happened once before, and knowing my luck it would happen once again. But I feel the need to tell you about this time. And why is that, you may be asking. Because I want to and as author I'll write what I want. But reasoning is pointless at this time.

It was determined by one Sephiroth… eh… does he have a last name? Do any of us save me have one? Once again I'm rambling aren't I? Uwee hee hee! Anyways, it was determined by Sephiroth. You should know him. Who doesn't? You know, black leather, never ending silver hair, pale skin, cat-like green eyes, and a long-ass over compensating sword. Yeah, what's not to like about the freaking man, never mind his plan and methods suck. He's cute and wears leather! No, I'm not bitter.

Now onto my story. I suppose it's time to speak of how the mighty fall. It began with Sephiroth. He had determined that we should once more take over a learning institute, or school. This time a senior high school.

I was personally glad for this change. Our last mission of taking over some middle school academy thing was annoying. Especially when Kuja got pregnant and sent us on pointless missions to retrieve canaries, teach them to sing and sew small outfits for them. But that was all another story.

Oh, I've forgotten to introduce myself and my companions. First, our self declared leader, Sephiroth. For details on him consult the second paragraph. Then there was Kuja, a very pretty little doll. But he has some attitude on him. Especially when Sephiroth decides to get him pregnant. This had only happened once before, but that was more then enough for me. Now don't get me wrong. I may sound like I hate these people, and hate would be nice. Hate hate hate hate hate HATE! But I truly don't hate them, they have over these years became my best friends. Moving on though, the third of my companions is the munchkin, Seph and Kuja's son, Riku. He's a bit bratty to tell you the truth. Uwee hee. That's mainly my fault though. I feed him cookies and candy and all those other junk foods that simply looking at will rot your teeth out.

Then there is me. And as they say, you must save the best for last. I'm Kefka Palazzo. Former soldier, emperor and god. Yes, that is all true. After all, key point is being FORMER. You know how it goes, the hero's come and challenge the villain and somehow, despite all odds and logic they when and kill us. But we didn't really die, oh no. We were still alive, and we sought to still do villainy things, but we had been drained of most of our powers, and brains in Sephiroth's case. But that's not such a loss. I doubt he had much to begin with, foolish momma's boy.

Anyway, back to the story. Oh look! … I wrote all this without much of my insanity making it's way out. Well that's just unacceptable! So I'm going to tell you some other things before I begin. I like headless chocobos, they make very interesting noises. I would love to know where that comes from. I hate, hate hate hate hate, moogles. Especially those in heat that feel the urge to hump your leg. I love to make peons, you know those soldiers that are expendable, clean imaginary dust from my boots. I suppose I like Kuja, Sephiroth and their mini. Otherwise, I would kill them. And yes! I could do it! Do not doubt me! Uwee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!

Hmm. Well yes, taking over this high school. We set out to conquer piece by piece and to begin? The gymnasium! Did I ever tell you that when I was a child I hated gym? It seemed the teachers always had favorites and they were always big and beef. With less brains then a goldfish out of water. So it should be quite easy to obtain our first objective.

…. Unfortunately I seem to be being forced to put out the camp fire and retire to my small tent. Why do those things have to have little antennas? Farewell those who read this… Uwee hee! I'm being yelled at by Kuja! You know he only wears a lacy teddy to bed?

Ouch… he's pretty good with flare star too….